I’m looking at setting up a pornohop group and found http://www.milkandcookies.com while looking for an MP3 of that classic, I wanna fuck you in the ass. Unfortunately the link doesn’t work. I originally had the song on a compilation of filthy hiphop given to me by some grubby French person, which may have been purged…
Not that surprising to see a banner for the “moderate” Basque nationalists (“non-nationalists forfeit the right to live”) on the homepage of the American Nazi party (http://nazi.org/). (Via Órdago @ Criterio)
From Ibn ‘AbdÅ«n’s rulebook for Seville market, translated by Bernard Lewis: “Truffles should not be sold around the mosque, for this is a delicacy of the dissolute.” (Medieval Iberia: Readings from Christian, Muslim, and Jewish Sources, ed Olivia R Constable) There’s no reason to believe this ties in with the prohibition on the use of…
Alastair Blanshard of Sydney Uni says the myth was invented by Christians and encouraged modern pervs like Oscar Wilde seeking to justify their behaviour. How sad.
Colin Davies suggests that people shouldn’t be allowed to discuss political independence until they have achieved domestic independence by moving out of their parents’ home. Since most street terrorist live off and with their mums (as do most people under 30), this seems quite sensible to me, although I’m not sure how easy it would…
It’s not just texts in furrin languages that I sing without hearing the meaning. For some reason, from when we learnt it as kids as a function of some education director’s dawning multicultural flushblush to now, I’ve always sung “My heart is down,/my head is turning around,/I had to leave a little girl in Kingston…
I’ve always billed using my national fiscal number, but now I’ve got some loon telling me that I can’t do that anymore cross-border and that I need a European fiscal number. It would be nice if someone had told us. It doesn’t sound like the kind of thing we’ll get to vote on anyway.